Durack's Latin lesson bookGosset, 1857 - 120 sider |
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Durack's Latin Lesson Book: Consisting of Elementary Instructions, Examples ... MR Durack Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2009 |
Durack's Latin Lesson Book: Consisting of Elementary Instructions, Examples ... MR Durack Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2009 |
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Ablative acta acturus Adjectives Adverbs amat assertion atque benè BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE boys Cæsar clauses Conjugation cùm Dative Declension denote docet Durack enclitic Epaminondas essem esset Examples expressed Feminine Fluctus Forma fuerim fuero futurus,-i Gender Genitive Gingiva girl Grammar grapes habet hæc hurts illa IMPERATIVE MOOD Indicative INDICATIVE MOOD Infinitive inflections ipse lædit lædunt Latin LESSON Lunæ malè mihi modò MOOD moon nauta nemo neque Neuter nihil nobis Nouns Participle Tendent Active Perfect person Pithius planè Plur Plural poet Poëta poëtæ PROLUSIONS Pronouns proposition puella quæ quàm queen quid Quin quod Reading Exercise regina root root-vowel sibi signifying Sing Singular slave Subjunctive SUBJUNCTIVE MOOD subordinated Subsistent sunt supervening enunciation Supine syllable Tense thee thing thou tibi tive ultrà venit Verbs videt VINCENT BOURNE vitæ Vocabulary vowels words
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Side 109 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Side 116 - And all the rule, one empire ; only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable ; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance ; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest : then wilt thou not be loth To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.
Side 105 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read...
Side 118 - You think no doubt he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall ; No, not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.
Side 106 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Side 108 - WHEN Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : ' Rule, Britannia, rule the waves, Britons never will be slaves.
Side 107 - While the rat is on the scout, And the mouse with curious snout, With what vermin else infest Every dish, and spoil the best ; Frisking thus before the fire, Thou hast all thine heart's desire.
Side 108 - Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak.
Side 104 - Night is the time for toil ; To plough the classic field, Intent to find the buried spoil Its wealthy furrows yield ; Till all is ours that sages taught, That poets sang, or heroes wrought.
Side 117 - The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day; But glory remains when their lights fade away! Begin, ye tormentors! your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook shall never complain. Remember the arrows he shot from his bow; Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low: Why so slow? — do you wait till I shrink from the pain? No — the son of Alknomook will never complain.